Running Scared || Scott McCall

Chapter two: Ajar

I leaned against Kira's locker, smiling as she tried her combo. Her attention no longer was on me, but Scott. He too stared at us, but it was hard who we had staring at. Stiles turned to Scott telling him something, Scott lowered his head mumbling a reply. Stiles flung his bag over Scott's head waving at Kira.

"Hey, Kir? I'll be right back." I handed her my bag, my eyes still focused on the room they both disappeared behind. "Where're you going?" She asked accepting my bag. "I have a goldfish to feed." I left without discussion, rushing to follow Scott and Stiles.

I locked the door behind me, standing closely beside Stiles. Scott's eyes were red, canine teeth showing his claws extended. "Stay back!" Scott demanded.

His breathing increased along with his heartbeat. I stepped forward, only for Scott to growl. I stepped back again, watching as Scott was fighting himself.

Blood poured out of his palms, his claws were stuck deep in his flesh. My heart beated faster. Scott's eyes returned their familiar dark brown. "Why'd you do that?" I asked concerned, I jogged upward and took his hand in mine staring at his healed palm.

"Pain makes you human." I glanced at him, but he was already staring at me. He slowly drifted his gaze to Stiles who was kneeled beside him. "This is real." I muttered to myself.

"I can't even tell when I'm asleep or awake anymore. People, can't read in dreams." Scott narrowed his brows. "Can you read now?"

Stiles stood up, darting his eyes between poster to poster.

"I can't read a thing."

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"What're we doing out here again?" Allison whined crunch leaves underneath her feet. I had only learned earlier today that Allison was an Argent, well known and feared family hunters. But I didn't mind, not one bit, the only reason I came out here was to get to know Allison better. "We're going to work on your target skills!" Lyds picked up a target printed on a blank paper and pinned it on a tree.

I smirked pulling my hair out of its high ponytail. "This won't work." Allison sighed deeply.

"Not unless you try." I narrowed my eyebrows. Allison sighed deeply, placed the arrow in the quiver and held her lip to the kisser, closing one eye. She took a shaky breath and let the arrow go, Lydia and I watched the arrow fly in hopes of it hitting the target but it hit the floor.

I frowned slightly as dirt flew behind it. "Try the Mongolian draw." Allison and I turned to Lydia with a look of disbelief. She used to act dumb, the only people who really knew she was smart were Stiles and I. What happened while I was gone? "What? I read." She defended.

Allison took Lydia's advice and placed the arrow in the quiver, she turned her bow in a diagonal position. Placing her lip at the string she closed one eye and released the arrow, I watched as it flew above the fallen arrow but skinned tree. "I can't do this." Allison groaned taking off her gloves.

Her head suddenly spun around. "Did you hear that?" I focused my hearing, only hearing the sound of the wind dance with the leaves. "I don't hear anything." Lydia said and I nodded in agreement. "Wait here, I'll go check it out. I'll be right back."

"Allison, when people say that they never come back in the movies!" I yelled but she disappeared behind the trees.

Minutes passed by and I was growing curious and Lydia's heartbeat was growing rapidly fast. "Maybe I should go look for her-" I was cut off by the knife on knife noise of an arrow being let loose. Everything was in slow motion, I jumped beside Lydia snatching the arrow before it collided with her forehead.